Gypsy Heart

Have you ever seen a gypsy heart?

Chipped away by

places one lived

trees one knew

clouds that talked

Lost loves, and dreams cut short.

characters that haunt

stories that ambush

songs once loved,

Every love demands a payment.

A tiny piece of the gypsy heart

Gypsy heart is a cratered moon.

Moon dust everywhere.

From stars to stars

Gypsy love, gypsy love.

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